My Steamy Story: Sex with: Multiple men and one woman ...

My Story Time:

So, you want the tea? Okay, fine. Pull up a chair. Or, I guess, just watch. My name's Chloe, but don't call me that. Ever. Everyone calls me "Wrinkles" now. Ironic AF, right? Because I look like I'm 18, bestie. But my ex, Robert—he's 62, by the way, we started when I was 16, don't judge—said I was "too old" when he started fucking Lily, the 17-year-old who was crushing on our oldest son, Ethan. Iconic betrayal, no cap.

After I caught them, Robert made me strip. Burned my clothes. Said if I wanted to stay under his roof, this was my new uniform. My own skin. He moved Lily into our bedroom that night. I was shivering in the living room, totally naked, when Ethan, my 19-year-old, came downstairs. He just stared at my tits, then slapped me right across the face. "Get up, Wrinkles," he said. "Dad says you need to be useful."

That was the first time. He shoved me onto the cold floor, his dick already hard. He didn't kiss me, just forced my legs apart and pushed inside my dry pussy. It hurt, sheesh. He fucked me rough, slapping my tits, choking me until I saw stars. "You're not my mom," he grunted, pounding into me. "You're just a used-up cunt." When he came, he emptied his balls deep inside me, then slapped me again and walked away. I just laid there, leaking his cum, realizing this was my life now.

Robert hosts these parties. He and Lily will be in the center of the room, fucking like they're in love, which they are, it's disgustingly sweet. He calls her his "teenage dream" while he's balls-deep in her. And I'm the free-use sideshow. Men line up. They spit-roast me—one dick ramming down my throat, another tearing up my pussy from behind. I can't breathe, I'm gagging, I'm moaning, I'm high-key addicted to it. They drink my breast milk straight from my nipples while they fuck me, biting down so hard I'm covered in marks. They always finish inside, creampie after creampie, because Robert wants me pregnant, always lactating. For the household milk supply. Period.

And Ethan? Oh, he's a regular. After my mind broke and I started craving it, I'd pull cheeky pranks. Like, he'd be on a Zoom call for college and I'd crawl under the desk and take his whole dick in my mouth. He'd have to try and keep a straight face while I deep-throated him. Afterwards, he'd drag me out of sight, slap me so hard my vision blurred, and fuck me even harder to punish me. "You're such a filthy motherfucker," I'd gasp, laughing, as he slammed into me. He'd cum inside me, then wipe his dick on my face and slap me again. "Shut up, Wrinkles."

Lily’s pregnant now. Robert’s baby. So am I. Probably Ethan’s, or one of the other party guests. Our bellies show at the same time. They celebrate hers. Mine is just… maintenance. To keep the milk flowing.

Robert finally divorced me, out of "disgust" that I was having sex with so many men. The irony is not lost on me, bestie. He did this. But he lets me stay. Sometimes, if Lily begs him, he’s almost nice to me. We’ll have a family game night. I’m naked, of course. The men will fondle my tits for a drink, slap my ass, and Ethan will brag about how many times he came in me that week. I’ll laugh and make a joke about my title. “What can I say?” I’ll shrug, my tits jiggling. “I guess I’m just… permanently pressed.” It gets a chuckle. It’s something.

It’s not a happy ending. It’s just… the ending. I’m Wrinkles. I’m always naked, always wet, always filled. And honestly? I don’t think I could live any other way now. Ooh, fuck, speaking of… Ethan’s walking in with a friend. Gotta go. My mouth’s feeling empty.